Untying the Camel

Dishonor wasn't the only thing stirring within her, though. Powerful, magnetic sensations had begun coursing through her vagina as well, and they tugged at the strings of her consciousness. For so long, her body had yearned to be touched down there, to be penetrated. And more than once, in her horny, fevered, frustrated dreams, bold Ermek had been the one doing the penetrating. Now, at last, it was really happening. So even if it was rape, even if it was taking place before a thousand randy horsemen, even if her rational mind detested what was happening--still, at the level of naked flesh and raw instinct, she seemed to lack the will to resist it. No, all she really wanted was to bathe in the blissful way their bodies fused.

Having barged down the door to Kanikay's temple, Ermek set right to work on its desecration. Digging his fingers into the luscious curves of her ass-cheeks, he began driving his way deeper into her--steadily, unhurriedly. Between his imposing size and her virginal tightness, this was always going to be a difficult squeeze. Still, those infernal, irresistible hormonal longings of hers rendered her relaxed enough and damp enough that there would be no stopping him.

The feel of his cock prying her open, the pressure of his silky skin chafing against the slow-yielding softness of her cunt... it was maddening, and she gasped and shivered in spite of herself. She needed to keep working her knot--she had to beat Gulsana--and yet, how could she when her mind was beset by such new and exhilarating appetites?

Clumsily, distractedly she kept at her task--while the brute just kept on taking more and more of her. The twitchy, tactile buzzing in her head kept growing louder; but she did her best to block it out, and keep arousal in check. This doggedness made Nurbek laugh. "See how this prize bull of ours mounts her!" he exulted. "And how meekly the cow submits to it! I said his prick would tame her!"

It wasn't long before Ermek hit bottom; grinding his groin up against her asshole and tapping his semen-laden testicles deliciously on her clit. Her pelvis wriggled gleefully: wallowing in the pornographic way his rod stretched and caressed her, and relishing the prospect of being stamped with his sperm. Such desires seemed to confirm her very womanhood--and she found the notion gratifying and disturbing in equal measure.

Still, automatically, fatalistically, Kanikay worked her jaws, and at last that fifth loop came free. She'd almost made up her deficit to Gulsana now, despite the dreadful handicap she labored under.

And yet... the feeling in the pit of Kanikay's stomach wasn't hope, but despair. She could feel the inexorable tide of heat and agitation, rising up from her vagina, through her breasts, and toward her brain. It was too powerful, she couldn't fight it. It was going to take her reason away. And when it did, she would lose the battle with her rival--along with her one chance at freedom.

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Ermek began fucking Kanikay hard now, hammering her with a bewitching, relentless cadence. The cold-bloodedness of the assault conveyed that he was using her to sate his basest needs, and nothing more. It stung to be treated that way; yet somehow it just raised her excitement level even higher. With every stroke, he'd pull far out of her--her pristine cunt clinging to his dick with solicitous care--and then ram himself home again. Each time he landed against her ass, the impact sent a tremor through her: haunches rippling, hair scattering, nipples scraping against the dirt of the arena floor. She wanted so badly to hate it--but her flesh drank it up, greeting each lunge with secret thanks.

The crowd began clapping and stamping in time to Ermek's thrusts; and the drumbeat of it quickly took hold in her bones as well. In her chest, her heart shuddered and pulsed to the rhythms of her rapist. Hopelessly the woman kept picking at the camel's binding, but it was more and more difficult to focus on what needed to be done, or to even care about winning. All her energy and awareness was simply being siphoned away, sucked down to feed the glorious bonfire between her legs.

Down there, she was utterly drenched, juices squelching and spattering each time he entered her. Her pussy burned with a wicked, wonderful fire, and her passage luxuriated in the decisive way he skewered her. All Kanikay wanted was to let herself go--to allow the ocean of fulfilment and release she felt churning beneath the surface to burst forth and carry her away. For the moment, however, she still had enough grim desperation to keep the urge in check. Just.

On and on, harder and harder, he pounded her. Before long, she felt Ermek lean down over her bare back and grasp her shoulders, like a stallion covering his mare, breath hot against her neck. The man increased his pace as well, taking shorter, quicker strokes, and plunging himself into her deeper than ever--splendidly, appallingly deep...

Kanikay was seeing red, and her legs were trembling. Her lungs were heaving, tearing huge gulps of air from the sky. And what was worse, strange, feral moans had begun to spill out from somewhere deep in her chest. She hadn't intended to give expression to the obscene impulses coursing through her sinews. The sounds came unbidden--as if not from her at all, but from some carnal animal buried within. The creature was demanding its freedom: demanding she set reason aside, to simply bask in the raw heat of copulation. And she barely had the strength to contain it anymore. Very soon she'd be made its slave.

Echoing out over the circle, Kanikay's hoarse, guttural calls sliced through the hubbub of the throng. "Listen to the slut's obscene song!" Nurbek gloated. "I knew this bitch was eager for the sop of Ermek's seed, but I never guessed she'd sink so low as to beg for it!" Once again, his gibes hit closer to the mark than she would have liked to admit, and the humiliation of it nudged her another step closer to losing it.

Even now, she kept flailing away at that damnable knot. Weakly, pathetically, uselessly. She knew it was pointless. She couldn't hold out any longer. She couldn't think, she couldn't breathe. The beast was about to claim dominion over her mind at last--and in so doing, hand Nurbek dominion over her body forever.

Yet, she was the daughter of a khan. She had to keep trying, as best she could, right up to the bitter end. And abruptly, unexpectedly, that persistence paid off. For, just as the rising tide of lust finally engulfed her remaining faculties, releasing a flood of ecstasy that went cascading through her system, a miracle occurred. Her teeth gave one last, perfunctory pull at the strands, and... suddenly the sixth coil loosened, lead-rope falling slack. The game was played--she'd untied the camel.

Kanikay had barely an instant to register the triumph, however. Then, the orgasm, which she'd fended off for so long, dealt her decency a final indignity--engulfing her brain with light and noise, and seizing her in its transcendent grip at last...

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The sight of Kanikay, giving in to her assailant after such a valiant struggle, prompted a shout from the men--a shout the likes of which has never been heard, before or since. The uproar in that arena, when she finally let go, was more fervent than the cheers at the battle of Ashtorgan, and more heartfelt than the mystic chants at the shrine of Bibi-Ata.

For you see, Kanikay may have won the game to free the camel, but some time back the attention of the men had shifted to different stakes. Their new concern was whether the wench could preserve any shreds of self-respect at all. Of course, when Ermek broke her maidenhead, her honor was stained. That much was obvious. But still, they wondered: what else could he take from her? Could he rob her of her dignity and self-possession as well? Now, it seemed, the answer was yes--the emir's son had come out on top in that contest of wills. And it meant the cock-skewered lass had been despoiled not just physically, but morally as well. The crowd frothed to witness it.

The signs of her fall were plain to see. Convulsively, Kanikay's hips had begun to buck, grinding her pelvis against the man's groin--multiplying the sensations in her crotch, conceding to his thrusts an even greater depth. Her neck craned up in mindless delight; prompting Ermek to lace a hand into her raven tresses, and tug her head back even further. No longer capable of self-restraint, her jaw had fallen open and she'd begun to vocalize her pleasure freely. As the assembly listened, enthralled, her throaty contralto rose gradually toward a breathy lilt: "Ah... ah... ah... ohhh Ermek... uh-huh... uh-huh... mmmh, ohhh, breed me... breed me... Ohhh fuck! Fuck yes! Cum in me!"

The woman was miles beyond knowing or caring what came out of her mouth anymore. Nothing in her life had prepared her to be violated like this: stripped, mounted, and fucked in public. It had consumed all her mental reserves, just to keep herself together for as long as she did. By the time the orgasm hit, she had nothing left, and her individuality simply dissolved away--drowned out by the riotous stimuli raging through her body, sublimated by the glorious union of their coupling.

Deep at her core, Kanikay's uterus pulsed, sending powerful contractions juddering through her frame. Between her legs, the pistoning of the man's magnificent rod teased her sensitive pleats, massaged her hole, with a raw electricity that seemed little short of magical. Her mind whirled and danced, fed by a fizzy brew of pent-up desire, feminine receptivity, physical excitation. At that moment, she was no docile cow being humped by the herdsman's bull--no, she was a wild, unbroken filly, far out in the barren steppe, mating fearlessly, audaciously, with some imperious young steed.

Ermek knew the haughty princess had surrendered to him, and now he commenced to taking what she'd yielded. With a final, satisfied smack, he impaled her one last time, mashing hard against her ass, burying his shaft in her, impatient to douse her virgin fields. Then, with rhythmic jerk of pelvis, insistent throb of penis, and possessive gush of milky essence, he started to ejaculate.

The emir's son was of no mind to be stingy with his donation--jetting thick, pearlescent ropes of semen into her, one after another, in endless succession. It made Kanikay gasp to feel, at last, the perilous, marvelous sensations that her brutish instincts had so long craved. The splash against the walls of her canal, the tide surging through her cervix, the heat coating her womb, the procreative spark kindling in her depths... Each new wave that crashed through her overwhelmed her nerves, and sent her muscles writhing anew with pure rapture.

Her rapist took his time, exuding smug satisfaction and emptying his massive ballsac into her deliberately, while the woman thrashed blissfully on his pole. With each spasm of his glutes and twitch of his testicles, he branded her a little more indelibly with his substance--and stole another lingering remnant of her honor.

The sight of the princess, being bred in such demeaning fashion, brought a final, lusty cheer from the warriors as well. As tensions had been mounting, not a few of them had taken their own rock-hard dicks in hand--dreaming that they, too, were lodged in some royal cunt. Now, the knowledge that Ermek was slopping his sperm into the girl's fertile tract caused many to spill their own seed in the dirt.

At length, the youth was spent, balls dry. Still very hard, he pulled his majestic rod from her yawning cavern--leaving her ovaries to stew in his heady brew. Then, with an air of wordless fulfilment, he stood and stalked out of the ring.

After that, a heavy silence fell to weigh on the throng, broken only by the braying of that peevish camel. All eyes were bent toward the stark-naked Kanikay, lying alone and unmoving in their midst. Her posture gave the impression of some vanquished prey--lids closed, chest heaving, head low, ass high.

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Time seemed to slow as Kanikay sprawled there in the dust, knees spread and sodden pussy gaped wide, as if to flaunt her defilement. To be honest, she wasn't in any hurry to rouse herself. As long as she stayed suspended in that drawn-out moment--mind buzzing, body tremoring with the afterglow of orgasm--she could remain oblivious to her audience, and to the way her pride had been shattered, her virtue debauched...

Things couldn't go on like that indefinitely, however. Gradually, consciousness returned, and with it an awareness of her situation. At last, unable to shut it out any longer, Kanikay raised her head and shot a hesitant glance around the circle--peering out from beneath matted, sweaty locks to gauge how much calumny she must now endure.

Strangely, though, the spectators maintained their unnatural quiet--all eyes boring into Kanikay expectantly. Blushing anew to think what they'd just witnessed, she tensed for the censure and ridicule to begin raining down. What were they waiting for? No woman who'd been fucked and fertilized in such an infamous manner, in plain view of all, could expect acceptance, or pity, or even bare toleration. She'd be driven out of steppe society--a laughingstock, a pariah, a stain on the nation's honor. And then what would happen to her? Even with the winnings Nurbek had promised, how could any outcast girl hope to survive on her own?

Yet, despite all that had occurred, she was still a khan's daughter. She would not give them the satisfaction of seeing her whipped. Planting first one foot, and then the other, the princess rose on wobbly legs, expression guarded.

The silence deepened as she stood there, awkward and shame-faced--stance slightly bowed, tits heaving, genitals ruddy and swollen. Thick, white blobs of Ermek began oozing from her slit, and trickling down the insides of her thighs. But as best she could, she tried to push these indignities out of her mind and take stock of the situation. A quick peek at the loosened strands of Gulsana's knot made her gulp. It was clear that the serving-wench had been only seconds away from winning the contest herself. That's how close Kanikay had come to losing, and falling into Nurbek's bony clutches for good!

But (she reminded herself), she hadn't lost! She'd done what she had to do--seized her one chance at escape, even if it did mean prostituting herself. She had earned whatever rewards she might gain now. And moreover, the look on the emir's face showed that he was none too happy about the outcome. His beady glare and sour frown told that although he'd hoped this contest would discredit and debase her, he'd never intended her to secure her freedom. That was some consolation, at least.

Raising her chin and trying to summon accustomed haughtiness, Kanikay looked down her nose at the man. When she spoke, her voice was strained and ragged, but shades of her old elan could be heard in it even so. "Nurbek, it seems you are fresh out of twisted schemes. I played your perverted game, and I won it. Did you ever think a girl like me might elude all your traps and succeed in untying the camel? I couldn't help but notice, too, that you relied on Ermek to do all the manly work. You may have murdered my father, but I'm beginning to think pa sliced your balls off before he died. And now, my gelded goat, it's time to square accounts. Pay me the prize you promised!"

For a few tense moments, Nurbek stalled, casting around for some way to renege on the bargain. But a hum of warning from the crowd made him think better of it. At last, with a grimace of distaste and a dismissive wave of the hand, he gestured to his retainers, and they led a train of ten magnificent animals into the arena. The sight of them gave Kanikay's soul a boost. It was the start of her own herd. The first step toward rebuilding her father's stolen fortune.

At the head of the line was a brilliant white charger. Kanikay took a firm grip on its harness; and as she did so, her gaze met that of Gulsana. The servitor was still standing by her stake, fully as naked as Kanikay herself. The maid's simple, brown eyes had a look of quiet desperation about them. Her spirit did not appear snuffed out entirely, but defeat had clearly dealt her a grievous blow.

Coolly, the princess pondered her rival's fate. With fairy-dreams of freedom and prosperity now dashed, the poor wretch would remain stuck under the thumb of this crabbed and vengeful emir until her dying day. In all likelihood, the man would make her the dumping ground for every drop of his frustrated anger and lust as well...

"Nurbek," Kanikay's voice rang out again. "As you can see, I have reclaimed my royal rank. Therefore, I find myself in need of a household drudge. So: I will offer up one of my mares in exchange for this tolengut. It's twice what she's worth--but, noblewomen such as I do have standards to uphold."

Eager to cut his losses and wash his hands of the affair, the villain gave a curt nod of assent; then he turned away, face curdling with barely-suppressed rage.

Setting a bare foot in the stirrup and hauling herself up with muscular arms, Kanikay swung into the saddle of her stud. She clicked her tongue to start, and the rhythmic canter caused a fresh leak of semen to trickle from her vagina. And--mmmh... the feel of such a powerful beast lodged between her thighs; the feel of her breasts bobbing and swaying; the feel of the soft leather seat rubbing gently, exquisitely, against her ill-used clitoris... all these dishes added up to a truly sumptuous banquet. The really odd thing, though, was how easily she made her peace with it. They had a long ride ahead, and she discovered she was in absolutely no hurry for it to end.

Thus, Kanikay journeyed forth into the plains--the ocean of men parting to allow her through; Gulsana and eight choice mares trailing in her wake.

As they watched the naked women pass by, the warriors reeled with bewilderment. On the one hand, they had no doubt that they'd just viewed the most glorious bout of untying the camel that ever would be held. It was an event that would endure in memory, and be sustained in stories and song, for as long as the nation lasted. How lucky to have been there to witness it.

But on the other hand... what were they to make of the victim? They'd seen Kanikay brought as low as an unmarried maiden could be. Stripped in public, virgin barrier pierced, roused to climax before a multitude, and impregnated with creamy spray of sperm. It should have been a social death sentence for the woman, without hope of pardon or reprieve.

Yet somehow, despite all logic, they found it impossible to look on this fearless, unshakeable heroine as ridiculous or ruined. She'd fallen to her knees a princess. She'd been fucked as a whore. But, in some strange, inexplicable way, she'd stood up and ridden off as a queen. It was an outcome no one there could have foreseen.

Gradually, the crowd dispersed. A handful remained, though--a few of the more upstanding champions, some former compatriots of the deceased khan. Ruefully, they shook their heads in dismay over their own lewd impiety. And then, after a time, they seemed to reach some unspoken consensus. Packing up their tents and mounting their horses, they headed off into the steppe, hewing to the trail that had been blazed by peerless young Kanikay.

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